You weren’t my dog, but I’ll miss you a lot. Anytime you’d come to visit, you’d snuggle up with whoever looked like they needed attention. You loved the cats but never chased them - instead, you’d patiently let them sniff you and get the growling out of their system. One of my favorite memories of you is seeing Hurricane, our scaredy-cat, curled up on the same blanket as you, both of you sleeping. You were a good dog and I hope you’ve gotten your rewards in dog heaven. You deserve them.
Our family friends adopted Jamaica as an adult about ten years ago - she was a mutt, but seemed to be part schnauzer, part spaniel. They’d bring her whenever they visited from Pennsylvania, usually once a month or so. She was the most easygoing, sweetest dog I’ve ever met. Over the past couple of years, she’d been deteriorating - going blind and developing arthritis. They called this morning and said she’d passed away.
Jamaica was a good dog. We’re going to miss her around here, too.
Ava
